Inspiration.

The girl in the photo with me has been one of my best friends here since I pledged to Sigma Alpha Iota in the spring of my freshman year. She is my big sister in my fraternity, but more importantly, an overall amazing person. Today she performed her senior clarinet recital. It was, in one word, amazing. 

It completely inspired me to start playing my clarinet again. I haven't played since last December and I'm not sure what would happen if I did indeed take the clarinet out and start making notes come out of it again. 

I know that this fear shouldn't bother me, that I should never let something that used to mean so much to me slip away because of a fear that I won't remember what to do when I first pick it up again - but it does. There was something today about the way Neena played, how it sounded, how she looked while playing it that made me miss my clarinet so much.

The ridge on my lower lip that used to be so prominent there when I used to play all the time has long since faded away, and I haven't bought reeds in over a year. It's almost as if we're old friends that have fallen apart because of a big fight, even though, in all actuality being busy and time has just made us drift slightly. 

I'm just nervous how my neighbors will feel as I squeak through pieces I played with my private lesson instructor in high school. 

I am inspired though, and maybe even with a little bit of time and some elbow grease I'll be able to pick up where I left off. I'll keep you updated on that. 

Have a wonderful upcoming week, and thanks for reading.